“If you please. What have you just written on the bottle?” She put the question sharply, with something of distrust as well as curiosity in her manner.
The chemist answered the question by turning the label toward her. She saw written on it, in large letters—POISON.
“I like to be on the safe side, miss,” said the old man, smiling. “Very worthy people in other respects are often sadly careless where poisons are concerned.”
She began trifling again with the bottles on the counter, and put another question, with an ill-concealed anxiety to hear the answer.
“Is there danger,” she asked, “in such a little drop of Laudanum as that?”
“There is Death in it, miss,” replied the chemist, quietly.
“Death to a child, or to a person in delicate health?”
“Death to the strongest man in England, let
